In a time when the gods are petty and cruel... we're there to help.

[Hardy's Restaurant]
Upturned wine casks topped by thick cedar planks serve as tables, with benches of similar design, albeit smaller, drawn up to them. Patron and server alike jostle for space, sparing no kind words to get some elbow room. And yet, crowded and dark, Hardy's is constantly filled to capacity. Perhaps it is the price, perhaps the glowering waitresses. Perhaps not. You also see Hardy the tavern keeper.